A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at 3:10

was the one who picked the

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden

drinking a cup of hot

in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be

stood by the window, looking outside. His

had almost given

alive. He had lived two months longer

glass of water and medicine in

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

nose twitched when

the year, the Evans Gardon would

also her favorite

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

he began to fumble in his pocket for his

stopped and

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

better not call

to give Cecilia

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies.

the medicines from him and swallowed

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

done, Mark looked sideways

on his phone got weaker

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

almost

lived

a glass of

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

he

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

twitched when

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

also her favorite food,”

he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

to fumble in his pocket for

then, he stopped

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

better not call her,”

give Cecilia

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

from him

the bed, and a nurse

done, Mark looked

phone got weaker and

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

to Alexis. He dreamed that he

was much like that

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark”

this Cecilia in his dream was

stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

this point,

the hospital room were white, just like the

closed his eyes

felt he needed to have more

but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

had probably gone to buy the

nurse was

return home. He missed

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment

knew he couldn’t change

would never give up as long

if he wouldn’t survive and have

to stay strong

it difficult to

sat up on the bed and started to make paper

The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch

to go

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

back

run into a snowstorm on

in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

planes Mark had been making and he pursed

the paper planes and smiled

have some of your pumpkin

actually

more than a

putting it in his mouth, he put down the

narrowed his eyes

go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a

it was around 4

caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

broke into a

boy,” he

Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal

voice sounded a little

gave birth to a girl. Her

given birth to a girl

phone trembled so violently that he

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

of his life. He didn’t deserve to

Mark sniffed and put down the

of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or

“What happened?” he asked.

After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has

and

said

good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia

stroke one of

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia

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